Exploring Southern Ethiopia had proved to be an incredible adventure so far and it definitely wasn’t going to get boring anytime soon.
We left Key Afar – its Thursday market, its invitations for tea and its cheeky kids – and we drove deeper into the mysterious Southern corner of the country. Turmi was our destination and a beat up car was our transport- organised by our two favourite Key Afar boys.
After staying over in a ‘who knows where we are in the middle of the night’ town, we arrived early in the morning into Turmi’s dusty town square. We grabbed a warm coke and began discussing our sleeping arrangements. Knowing accommodation options were limited, we asked around about staying with a local family and once it was settled we began exploring!
We had read about a couple of nice lodges that were just outside of town and decided that our directionless meandering could actually be ended with a nice cold beer. The road to Buska Lodge turned out to be quite the haven of activity…
We met this group of kids at the river and they were so full of life, posing and laughing in front of the camera. People say it all the time, but it really is the people that you meet that make a trip like this so special.
Despite this feature is called Memory Lane Monday, I have quite a bad memory. But as I sit here and look at this photo I can’t help but grin foolishly, being transported back to that time and place. Never underestimate the power of a photo, so here are some more!
Sadly, whether due to tourism or different kinds of negative past experiences, the adults in Southern Ethiopia are often too wary to even approach foreigners. Often it can make you feel unwanted, and then guilty because of that, but the children… they cannot help but be curious and open.
Later that day we were taken to our host’s house. We met countless family members and friends and sat around eating a cold variation of Kenyan Ugali and our favourite ‘coffee’ from a Colobus husk.
It was both strange and wonderful to be sat with these people in, what felt to us, the middle of nowhere. Again not sharing words, but gestures and comfortable silences. We played a little music, we had endless cuddles with the kids and we slept out under the stars.
Our bare-breasted, bewelled host was pretty unimpressed with us at first, but I think by the time we left she may have warmed just a little. Unless her many offerings of coffee were because she hates it too…
Our time was up in Southern Ethiopia, but the memories and affection we had for this region would be ongoing.
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